Thanks to Thor for his editing. ***** Part 2 left off with wife deciding she was going to be my slave. That was after she had played a slave slut for my birthday weekend. She told me she had planned it since her birthday, And from the experience of her deals with me to buy some very expensive extreme high heels. I had bought her two slave collars one f...
Wife Writing Part 1 The greater part of this story takes place during the last eight months. Yet, to fully understand how this all came to be one needs some background. David, now fifty, and Lori, forty seven were married twenty five years ago. They met during the summer of the year David graduated from a west coast college with his MBA in business and she...
I had just turned twenty-one and my current boyfriend had decided to get me a present I'd never forget, or be rid of -- a tattoo. I was apprehensive because the only other tattoo I had done was an unpleasant experience to say the least. But I was game for almost anything and I cared for Sam a lot so I said he could pick the design and the placement if he wan...
It was late Thursday evening, as the audience swarmed out of the cinema onto the street. Among them were a group of four young women, who joked about the romantic comedy they had just seen. After walking a few hundred yards, they separated as they made their own way home. One was a pretty redhead who elected to take a shortcut through a back alley. She walke...
The room was large, with a high ceiling and open beams. The man known as the Artist stood next to a large window, silhouetted against it. He was dressed simply, wearing black trousers and a black shirt. Two large theatrical spotlights were hung in the ceiling beams casting a harsh white light into the room. The double doors at the end of the room opened. Th...
I returned that evening shortly before 7:00 p.m. I went directly to Sharon's room, where I found her with her hair and make up done, but still not dressed. I immediately took her in my arms and pulled her nearly naked body toward me, giving her a long tight hug just inside the doorway. "I missed you, lover," I said. "But why aren't you ready?" "You wouldn'...
A month passed since the torture. As promised, Musashi had language books delivered for Nik to study. Revenge consumed each waking thought. If studying to be a natural at the Japanese language was a road to vengeance, he'd pour heart and soul into it. Each day he'd practice words and phrases with the nurses that'd bring food and check on his condition. Othe...
Quietly I slipped behind the thin Chinese screen, the one slim concession to modesty offered by the proprietor of "The Needle's Point", an innocuous tattoo parlor on the south side of town. Once more I asked myself what in the world I was doing there, why had I come to this particular place in the shadiest part of the city, but I already knew the answer. I...
This story is the eighth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures and is easily my darkest offering yet, since it introduces our plucky heroine to the murky world of BDSM. As usual, it is mainly based on characters found in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series, but with the timeline brought up to date. Warning! This fictional story co...
The morning sun is streaming in through the white laced curtains with the sounds of birds chirping signalling that its time to get up and begin a new day as a detective to solve cases with a smile on her face knowing she'll be working with Hiroshi (fiance, Boss and fellow team mate). As usual he's always up before her, showered, freshly brewed coffee sittin...